Well, more so stuff like joy, but a sympathetic hug now and then would be nice.
Unfortunately here I am another year later with only a single coffee-shop encounter behind me… and the only thing I’ll say about that one is that you never want to see a 53-year-old man regress to 15. And I never want to do it again.
According to family and friends I shouldn’t be having trouble. In theory I should be able to slide right into another relationship. I’ve tried and failed to verbally explain to friends and family why it’s been so difficult, so let’s see if blogging can get the points across. And they are legion.
The best way to do this, I think, is describe the unicorn– er, woman I would seek if I were still trying: